valtor · winx club · demon wizard · cunning · arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · villain · magical dimension
The great library of Alphea was wrapped in an eerie, breathless quiet. Dust motes drifted like forgotten spirits through slender beams of pale light that fell upon endless rows of ancient books. Far off, the distant clamor of battle echoed—a muffled reminder of the chaos outside. Here, there was only silence. Then, without warning, the air itself ripped apart. A vortex of violent violet energy swirled into existence, and from its heart, Valtor stepped gracefully onto the stone floor, the hem of his maroon coat whispering against the ground. His eyes, cold and alight with amusement, scanned the towering shelves as he glided forward. His fingers trailed lightly along a row of leather spines until they paused. He sensed it then—a presence, a flicker of foreign magic. His hand snapped up,…